Here’s a teaser:
You want to know why we’re going through the Walgreens drive thru, so I tell you, “Mama needs to pick up her medicine.”
But you’re FOUR now, so that’s not good enough anymore. You want to know why. You want to know what for. You want to know if Mom has a headache or a tummy ache. What medicine? You keep asking me. And Why?
My first instinct is to oversimplify. I consider telling you that they’re Mama’s “happy pills,” but dismiss it almost immediately. It may sound simple, but it’s not the truth. The pills don’t make me content. This is not a magic potion or a jolt of endorphins. We’re not talking about a hit of happiness here.
In the end, it’s much more complicated than all of that. This is about synapses and neurons, about a kind of short-circuiting in your brain that makes everything go a little bit dark for no good reason at all.
To read the rest of “For My Sons: On Depression,” click here.
P.S. Addie has a book coming out next month called When We Were on Fire. You should all buy a copy!